(I explain the background for this new set of posts here.)
I’m going to start off with the SoCal photos that caused even random strangers to question my sanity.
We started at the pier and started walking west along the shore. Neither of us were especially well dressed for walking along a beach (I was wearing an ankle length skirt), but we simply ignored the practicalities for the prospect of waves, sun and sand.
At the end of the first large section of beach, we came to some rocks:
at this point, there first set of strangers asked me what I was doing.
As we walked further down the beach to the west, I noticed & took this picture:
this sight caused me to back-track a bit and start to wade out into the surf. Why? Because I really, really wanted to get the next picture and was willing to risk a full-scale dunking to do so:
Ok, so why did I was out into knee-high water that had a strong undertow?